This is a story of a meeting between my sona's (Kidd, Lynt and Danny(Hiroaki not included so far)) meeting Red's sona's, Drake and Vaughn.
Lynt's speech will be dark red.
Kidd's speech will be orange.
Danny's speech will be dark blue.
Drake's speech will be dark grey.
Vaughn's speech will be pink. x3
**WARNING: This story may cause loss of brain cells. Don't come crying to me if you become an idiot. You have been warned.**
Lynt's speech will be dark red.
Kidd's speech will be orange.
Danny's speech will be dark blue.
Drake's speech will be dark grey.
Vaughn's speech will be pink. x3
**WARNING: This story may cause loss of brain cells. Don't come crying to me if you become an idiot. You have been warned.**
Sweet shoppeh adventure.
London was always lovely in the Autumn, it was never ever cold! Of course that was a joke.
Two teenagers walked along a gravel path; taking in the scenery with disinterested eyes. One, however, was ahead of the other and was pretty much dragging him along. "Hurry up Lynt!" One commanded, earning himself a glare from his slightly older brother.
"I'll hurry up when I regain use of my legs, you idiot." he snorted in response. Kidd rolled his eyes and continued down the path. When the sweet shop came into view, Kidd's speed increased and Lynt found himself flailing his legs in an attempt to walk. "Would you hurr-!" The younger teen was cut off due to single-handedly managing to run into a well-muscled man. Yeah, that was never good. Lynt, being only a step or so behind, also charged into the man. The man turned around, his glare intensifying with every second. Lynt was about to apologise when...
"Hey, how come you never give me piggybacks?"
"What the heck are you talking about?" Lynt snarled, exasperatedly.
"There's a guy on that guy's back."
"Fascinating. Anyway, maybe it's because you're too stupid and holding you would be a danger to the environment." Lynt's voice slowly turned from sarcasm to a sneer as he glared into Kidd's eyes. His younger brother huffed and crossed his arms, about to retort, when the man quietly coughed. "Ahem, did I hear an apology?" Lynt's glare snapped to the man. He was pretty careless about how nice he was being at the moment, he was on a mean role! "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry for my brother's stupidity!"
It was a lovely Autumn day in London. Yeah, right. Like London is lovely near winter. Two teenagers walked along a gravel path, taking in the scenery with wide eyes. One was practically dragging the other one along. "Lalala~" One sang rather happily, "now, hurry up Lynt!"
"I'll hurry up when I regain use of my legs, Kidd." Lynt snorted in response. Kidd ignored this and continued to drag Lynt along. When the bright light of the sweet shop hit Kidd's eye, he was running there in top speed; despite protests from Lynt. "Hurry up! I want to-" Kidd was cut off by cannoning into a man in his twenties. Lynt, only being a step or two behind, also cannoned into the man. Lynt opened his mouth, about to apologize to the man, when Kidd chirped, "Heeeeey. How come you never give me piggybacks?" He was refering to the 14 year old on the man's shoulder, undoubtably. " 'Cause you're five months younger than me and fat?" Lynt snapped back, forgetting to apologize.
"Liiiiies. I'm not fat. Danny, now he's fat. Not me, oh, not me."
"Oh yeah? Well, you're heavier than him." The man looked at them both, unimpressed. He tilted his head slightly to one side, causing his black hair to fall to the left. "Did I hear an apology?" He asked the two. Lynt's gaze snapped to the man's. He really wasn't in a mood to be nice at the moment. For a moment, their gazes locked; blood red against bright yellow. Eventually, Lynt retorted with, "oh yeah, I'm sorry for my brother's stupidity." The man gave a slight smile at him, reminded of his own humor when he was younger. "So, what're your names, kiddos?" He enquired.
"WELL." Answered Kidd loudly, "I'M KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD." His voice was a screech mixed with tonedeaf singing. "And this is Lynty."
"Lynt, Kidd. Lynt." Lynt informed the firey haired boy. The boy on the man's head suddenly leaned towards them. "My name's Vaughn," he greeted, eyes still wide from the array of sweets. The man looked slightly surprised, as if he had forgotten Vaughn was still on his head. "Oh, and the name's Drake," the man finally announced, smiling. Gazing up at Drake with big mismatched eyes, he casually leaned over to Lynt. "Have you noticed that he's really tall?" He breathed as he tugged on to Lynt's shirt. Lynt facepalmed himself in response. After a while of silence, Lynt gave an awkward nod before turning away. Kidd, however, was leaping about the shop; stuffing sweets in his face as he did so.
A jingle of a bell. Lynt's ears perked up as he heard the noise; nervous. It was them. Oh no! But, maybe it wasn't them... Maybe, just maybe. His fears were revealed as true when he turned around and saw four teenage boys; smirking evilly. One of the members of the group, named Bob, leaped forward and bashed Lynt on the head. Instant fear and pain rushed through his body as he plummeted to the floor. He gave a short gasp as the surroundings seemed to fade... Kidd, being the protective person he is, charged forward towards the tallest of the boys; a grim look of determenation on his face. "DIE. DIEE. DIE. TOUCH LYNT AGAIN AND I WILL RIP YOUR SPLEEN-" Kidd's efforts were futile as he was punched away. He fell back on the floor; clutching his jaw in pain. The two brother's who had been doing nothing of harm were now laying pain-stricken on the floor. The world was blurred for the two, they could make out an indigant "Oh no you di'int!" from Vaughn and a threat from Drake. Ironically, the fattest bully taunted Drake in the most ridiculous way possible by saying, "What'dya gonna do wit' those man boobs?" Tension and anger rose quickly in the air, and it wasn't long before the fattest bully was down and out. Drake turned to the others, growling. "You stupid imbeciles, waltzing in here!" Then, Drake procedded to punch a hole in the wall. Hard. "You all need to take a look at what you're doing... You-" Whatever he was about to say next was bleeped out by Vaughn's voice. The muscular man hauled the fattest bully by the collar. "If you call me fat again, I'll take the lard outta your stomach and make you eat it." He smirked. Lynt stirred from his position on the floor and mumbled, "Do that anyways." With a flick of the wrist, Drake tossed the bully out of the shop; grinning as the fat slammed into a random car and caused a dent. Drake turned to two of the bullies. "Not so manly now, are you?" He laughed as he watched the two boys run on their own accord. The leader of the gang, who is called Charles, was standing near Lynt's nearly unconcious body. "And you," Drake snarled. "Filthy human being, what d'ya choose? To run and keep what dignity you have left, or stay and fight where your whole life will be a mere blur; as your battered brain tries to figure what happens around you?" Charles bit his lip and lowered his head; pride fading away by the second. "I'll g-go." He stuttered as he scrambled towards the door. Lynt then noticed strong hands helping him up. "You alright, Lynt?" Drake asked. Lynt gave him a look. "Obviously not, I had just been plunged into a wall after all." He remarked; ears flattening against his head. Colour was beginning to return to his pale face. Vaughn attempted to help Kidd up, but fell on top of him due to his weight. Giggling, Vaughn looked at Drake. "Drake? He's much heavier than he looks... Could you help? ...Maybe?" Drake's response was a shrug as he hauled up Kidd in his other arm.
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Lynt and Kidd were both fast asleep. Vaughn was checking Kidd for bruises and wounds. Suddenly, Lynt sat up with a start. "Oh no! This isn't Kirin's basement again, is it?!" He yelled as his red eyes widened with fear. Drake watched Lynt as the boy frantically moved about. "No, you're in my house; Drake's house." He reassured him.
"...You're not a stalker as well?" Lynt asked, slightly panicking.
"No, I saved your life. Remember?" Drake chuckled. Lynt shot him another look. The anti social boy looked about frantically before retorting, "So? Stalkers have saved my life just so they can, uh, well, I'd guess you know, afterwards."
"Really, I'm Drake." Drake then smacked Lynt on the face. Hard. Kidd's eyes immediately snapped open at the sound of Lynt being smacked. With a yell, he slapped Drake harshly before going back to his trance-like state. Drake rubbed his face for a while and turned to Lynt. Being on the brink of absolutely losing it, Lynt wasn't exactly reasonable at the moment. The grey haired boy mumbled, "I think I remember..."